Old trees astonished into bud

The pathway to the heart is   found by love.
And those who  find this, will obey their call.
Though virtue and her graces smile above,
We see steep paths ahead;cliffs’  sudden fall.

With willingness to cross  land deep in mud,
To struggle through the tangled thorny woods
Our soul within points to the latent good;
Recalls old trees astonished into bud.

As flowers  spread to  gently press our toes
Encouragement is with much joy received;
And as we smell the fragrance of the rose,
At last we know our souls were not deceived.

For Virgil,fortune favours steadfast feet.
The journey may be long,the end is sweet.